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Username: TheSnazzmeister
Character Name: Ayu Dame Fukitsu
Age: 24
History: Ayu Dame was the last son born of the leader of the Fukitsu clan before he was murdered. 9 months into the ceasefire, he was born. He grew up with constant training for battle and weapons. He had his first sword when he was three, and accidentally killed a servant while playing one day. He tripped, and let go of the sword, and it impaled one of the sweepers. Needless to say, Ayu didn't get any desserts for a week. He started his armor training when he was seven, and painted smiley faces on the chestplate when he was going through his homosexual phase at the age of thirteen. At the age of nineteen he was the one of the best hunter-warriors in his clan. He also became an expert logger, able to cut down moderate-sized trees with a single sweep of his axe. He got the nickname of "Juggernaut" at the age of twenty. Unfortunately, he is obsessed with anything that comes from a pig, and so can be distracted by the mere mention of ham.
Fukitsu or Giman: Fukitsu
Appearance: Standing at an average height for his clan (5'9"), Ayu has average shoulders but long arms and legs. He is stocky, but that comes from his massive muscles. When he exercises, they move like mating footballs. His hair is black and his skin is dark from the regular outdoorsy work and play that he is fond of. His eyes are also black, and he keeps his fingernails short. His armor is yellow so that his enemies can't see when he wets himself (which happens more than he'd care to admit, but at least it oils the metal) and also so that it's easier to sneak a happy face onto the chestplate. His clothing underneath is tight, mostly as a last vestige of his flamboyant teens.
Weapons: Standard Samurai fit. Sword, dagger, shortbow.
Talents: Ayu has a knack for knowing when would be a good time to not be in a given place anymore. Call it his Spidey Sense. Whatever it is, it tingles. Ayu also knows how to fight honorably when it is called for, and how to fight dirty when he is losing.


Username: brocoli_apocolypse
Character Name: Ryoto Masafumi Giman
Age: 25
History: Ryoto was born a few months after the cease-fire had been declared. Both of his parents, who were the leaders of the Giman clan at that time, were quite old and had only been giving birth to girls for the last 30 years that they were married (they were 50 at the time). After their fifth daughter, they gave up on having an heir. Instead, their strategy turned to organizing their daughters' marriages to members of the highest ninja orders. However, on the year when the cease-fire was declared they had a son (quite by mistake). They rejoiced, for they no longer had to have their daughters marry well.
Because of this miracle, Ryoto was treated well; he was quite pampered and spoiled and thus grew up to be a loud and noisy ninja instead of the usual calm and reserved model Giman tribal member. At the time his parents did not care, for they believed that it was just a stage in his life. However, when he got to the age of 20 (and had not changed), it was quite apparent that he was not going to. So, they ordered an assassin to kill him, for they would rather have one of their daughters' husbands to be ruler instead of their crazy son. The assassin went to kill him, but ended up falling from the high ledge he had been hiding on and landed on top of Ryoto. The assassin died, but Ryoto survived. However, Ryoto got a serious bump on the head and forgot everything about his family. All he knew was that he was a ninja... and a ninja he would be... a loud and obnoxious ninja (much like Naruto XDD)
Fukitsu or Giman: Giman
Appearance:
http://www.absoluteanime.com/ninja_scroll_tv/index4.jpg
Weapons: Fuuma Shuriken, Kunai, Shuriken
Talents: Ryoto can use what is called "the replacement" technique. However, when he uses it, he replaces himself with one his stuffed animals... so, he does not like using it, cuz they get destroyed and he is obsessed with his stuffed animal collection. He has tried to replace himself with another object, but for some reason, one of his stuffed animals get switched everytime...
Other: He likes sushi... A LOT


Username: CaressOfVenus
Character Name: Anima Beowulf
Age: 23
History: A girl born into a well known ninja family. Born child six out of five brothers, being the only female besides her mother. All of the children are taught to be a ninja by the age of two. At that point, they are first taught the right way to hold a kunai properly. From there on, each child is taught the ways of the ninja, but with Anima, it was a different story. She was taught the trick of quickly changing to suit the environment. She had to learn to quickly change into a tight kimono in two minutes. One thing does get to her easily. When she was younger, she was attacked by an angry mother pig. She had a great fear of pigs, even a piece of ham can frighten her.
Fukitsu or Giman: Giman
Appearance: [X]
Weapons: Eight Section Steel Chain, Shifflet Triple Lightning Set, shuriken
Talents: She's able to go from evil, deadly assassin to a pure and innocent woman. Depending on what situation she's in, she can change to the right personality.
Other: She holds a common kimono in the wooden scroll at her back.


Username: ShmittyTheGreat
Character Name: Tzao Otep Fukitsu
Age: 25
History: Born just a tad more than a year before the ceasefire, Tzao was the middle child of all boys. He and his brothers would be the new generation of warriors to be taken into training. He had begun training almost from childbirth, first with the dagger. Tzao quickly picked this weapon up, and matured with his technique. He did this much faster than most of his other classmates. Not only was he advanced in hand to hand with it, he could also throw it fairly well. After a few years working on the dagger, he was graduated to the sword, which also came to him with ease. He saw it only as a large dagger that was less affective if thrown, although, that didn’t stop him from practicing that aspect as well. The sword was by far his favorite weapon, and was eventually handled and swung as quickly and accurately as the dagger had been. After yet a few more years, Tzao he grown strong, but knew not what was to come. He started his bow training at the age of 13, and found that he basically, sucked at it. He tried, and tried, but couldn’t aim the damn thing. After a year of hate seething through his veins, he threw down his bow, and decided it was a waste of time. Tzao decided he would just carry a large amount of daggers that he could throw, if needed. At the age of 14, he began his extensive armor training. This was also mildly difficult, because he had to almost re-learn all his past knowledge, due to the about of weight he had to carry. Eventually though, his armor became a second skin to him. It seemed as though he was wearing nothing in his heavy armor. By this time, Tzao was becoming a strong young man, ready to fight and die for the clan. After 6 more years of training mentally and physically, Tzao was a wonder amongst his peers, but was also known for being a hardass. He didn’t get along with one of his peers especially, Ayu. Tzao found him to be a smartass, and not determined enough. Although this was partially true, Tzao would die for the man, as he would for any person in the clan.
Fukitsu or Giman: Fikitsu
Appearance: Tzao keeps his head shaved, as he hates having to take care of his hair. He wears heavy samurai armor, well, everything except for the headgear. He feels it gets in the way of sight. Instead of the awkward headgear, he wear a helmet of light armor, almost resembling the armor of the Trojans, just without the feathers coming out the top. Tzao’s armor is a dark red color, like blood, with a black trim. He wears this color to intimidate the enemy on the battlefield.
Weapons: A samurai sword, and daggers which are located around his waist and theighs. He keeps the daggers mostly hidden under his armor, so he can surprise his enemies.
Sword: [X]
Daggers: [X]
Talents: Especially good with sword and daggers
Other: He would never harm a woman unless she posed a threat.

Username: CaressOfVenus
Character Name: Anima Beowulf
Age: 23
History: A girl born into a well known ninja family. Born child six out of five brothers, being the only female besides her mother. All of the children are taught to be a ninja by the age of two. At that point, they are first taught the right way to hold a kunai properly. From there on, each child is taught the ways of the ninja, but with Anima, it was a different story. She was taught the trick of quickly changing to suit the environment. She had to learn to quickly change into a tight kimono in two minutes. One thing does get to her easily. When she was younger, she was attacked by an angry mother pig. She had a great fear of pigs, even a piece of ham can frighten her.
Fukitsu or Giman: Giman
Appearance: [X]
Weapons: Eight Section Steel Chain, Shifflet Triple Lightning Set, shuriken
Talents: She's able to go from evil, deadly assassin to a pure and innocent woman. Depending on what situation she's in, she can change to the right personality.
Other: She holds a common kimono in the wooden scroll at her back.

(( Yay, my thread has taken ShmittyTheGreat's virginity post, as far as this guild is concerned! I have truly accomplished something in my life now! Hooray! But, I suppose that since I started this thread, it is my duty to take the first action post. Fine. ))

Ayu Dame Fukitsu was screaming as he hit his sparring partner with his elbow. He was bellowing as he picked him up and threw him through the wall of the dojo. He was quiet as the referee equivalent declared a win on Ayu's side. He turned calmly toward the hole in the wall, put his hands together in the sign of a fighter's respect to another fighter, and bowed. His opponent waved a scratched and bruised hand up and let it flop down. Ayu turned to the referee and bowed again.

"See to it that he gets a hot meal tonight."

He turned and walked towards his private courts. He grabbed a towel, wiped his face off, and draped it across his shoulders with a flick of his wrist. Still walking, he grabbed his hands behind his back and stretched, his large wingspan forcing him to bend his elbows as he reached back, so that he would not make more holes in the walls around him. He stretched, and under his skin football shapes made fornicatory movements. His elbows, wrists, and knuckles cracked. He rolled his head back and around, and his neck cracked. He leaned forward and backward, and his back cracked. He lifted his legs and kicked out, and his pelvis and knees cracked. He walked, and his toes cracked. If you don't like the sound of cracking joints, even a little bit, his actions would have inspired vomit. One wonders if he had extra joints for the sole purpose of cracking them.

A servant, feeling queasy, approached him. The servant knew that he was the top circle of the clan by birthright, but he still thought that beneath all of the macho bravado was a pansy little idiot who just wanted to be loved. However, the servant still approached carefully, because, regardless what was underneath the macho bravado, there was a lot of macho bravado. Too many of the servant's friends had been thrown through the air, tables, walls, and into (not against the trunk, actually up into) trees for him to step anything but lightly around Ayu.

"Sir, I bring news."

"What kind of news?"

"The important kind of news."

"Ah, the kind that I really really really don't like. What is it?"

"Well, Ataka Takamaka just got back from getting food from the market. He says that he and Akama Katakata were ambushed by members of the Giman clan. They were able to fend them off and leave one of the Giman swine" at this, the servant spat at the ground, but actually spat on Ayu's foot, "dead like he should be, but Akama Katakata was killed defending the good name of the Fukitsu. The rest of the leaders of the clan want us to call off the ceasefire. What is your judgement?"

"Depends on if I get to spar with people outside of our clan. I'm sick of winning so easily. I want a fresh look at fighting."

"Yes, sir, that's exactly what we'd be doing." The servant was used to dealing with Ayu. "And, what's more, we wouldn't have any referee to stop us from throwing them through walls and stuff like that. You could spar with them until they stopped breathing if you wanted to. In fact, if you did, we would give you an extra helping of pork for dinner."

The servant now had Ayu's full attention. He thought briefly. As he thought, he took his towel off of his shoulders, wrapped it around his hands, and yanked it to just before the breaking point. Then he pulled harder, tearing the towel neatly in two. He pounded his chest twice with his dominant left hand, and the meaty thuds resonated through the hall.

"This ceasefire thing. How soon can we call it off? And is my armor clean and yellow and smelling of lotus? I like lotus."

The servant smiled.

"Masafumi!!" The cry could be heard from across half of the Giman Empire as a young man, who looked about to be in his mid-twenties, could be seen running as fast as he could with a handful of sushi in a sac, draped over his shoulder. No doubt, the boy had stolen the sushi, for six men were hot on his trail, katanas drawn. "When we get our hands on you, you're dead!" Yelled the men as the gap between them and the boy became bigger and bigger as Ryoto jumped over people in his way or over carts holding important cargo. "You think that you will be able to catch me?" Responded the boy who they had called called Masafumi. Of course, the men who were chasing him could not hear his words, so it was more directed towarsd himself. However, the boy was enjoying himself and did not care if people thought it strange that he spoke to himself; he was having the time of his life.

As the chase continued down the streets of Japan, the ninja caught sight of the temple of where he trained at and quickly darted in before the men could see him. As they ran past, the escapee had to try and restrict his laughter so he would not be caught. But once they had left, he was able to relax. Sighing, the ninja turned around and made his way into the temple, taking a piece of fluke sushi and placing it in his mouth. However, his victory would not last long.

"RYOTO MASAFUMI!" Boomed a voice from inside of the holy structure. Freezing in his steps, Ryoto turned around, gulping the last remains of the sushi (which created a loud noise, which seemed to echo across the entire temple) and turned his attention to the man who had spoken. "Oh, Ohayoo Gozaimasu, master!" Replied the ninja, bowing low (which infortunately caused some of his sushi to fall from his sack, which of course, forced the ninja to quickly pick them up.) "Great day isn't it?" Sighing, Ryoto's master shook his head and slowly made his way towards his pupil. "You have been stealing again haven't you, Ryoto... you know that is frowned upon..."

"Oh, don't sweat it, gramps!" Laughed the ninja, biting into a piece of tuna sushi. "As a ninja I have special..."

"Yes, special priveledges. But those do not include stealing!" Interupted the elder, his eyes looking down on the boy with much severity. "I would, of course, punish you, but, there is a mission that I would like you to partake in." As soon as the word mission came to the master's lips, Ryoto immediately fell to his knees and bowed. "Oh master! Thank you! What do I get to do?! You have never allowed me to take part in a mission before!" The master groaned and shook his head (probably for the fifth time that day) and responded, his voice quit strict. "Ryoto! Your only mission is to protect a ninja who is from a highly important family in the Giman Empire. She is going into Fukujitsu... that is all I will tell you. You must find the rest out from her. Now go. Her name is Anima Beowulf..."

Upon hearing her name, Ryoto jumped to his feet and held up his hand. "Say no more, gramps! I know who she is! I will go and protect her with my life!! Ja mata!" And with that, Ryoto sped out of the temple towards her residence. A little shaken by his disrespect towards him, the guuru stood there for sometime, staring after his fleeting image before he turned around to make his way back into the temple. 'It is a shame how the boy was raised, even though he was the son of the Giman clan,' thought the master as he closed the doors behind him. 'But, there is nothing that can be done now. Ever since his injury, he has forgotten everything... he has even forgotten his own family. So, I have tried to raise the boy msyself the best I can. However, it is quite hard to try and break the old habits that have been etched into his personality. He would have been a good ninja. And his life would have been easier. But now Giman is no longer a part of his name... his last name is a mystery to him...'

Anima flew through the trees, stepping very lightly on the branches. She soon slowed down, seeing the edge of the Giman lands. She kept in the trees and looked about, her ears burning. She took her wooden pod from her hips and opened it, pulling out her kimono. She easily slipped the kimono over her first. She took off her wrist gloves, putting them in her wooden cylinder. She then pulled off her bandages along her arms and quickly folded them, placing them with her gloves.

The girl sighed, pulling the rest of her black clothes off, putting them into her cylinder. She easily tied her silken belt, pulling the cloth tightly about her form. She pulled off her scarf, tying her hair into a large bun, covering up the little red ribbon.

Anima easily jumped down, quickly pulling out her sandals and attaching fake block of wood to hold her up. She attached her wooden scroll, but higher up on her back, holding it with long red ribbons. She walked out from behind a tree, her simple yallow kimono standing out in the lush forest.

She walked slowly and carefully, acting like a normal woman on the road. Her sandals would give out a small clack every once in a while, but along a dirt road, they wouldn't make much noise.

Anima stopped, staring down the road. There were no other people, but something else. In the middle of the dirt path was a little wild piglet. The girl stood stock still, glaring a little to the piglet. She heard it give out a tiny squeal, running happily towards her.

She gave out a small scream, pulling her kimono up slightly running back along the path. If someone actually knew who she was, and seeing her run from a piglet, she would never be able to forgive herself. She slowed down, looking behind her. She could no long see the piglet, but her attention was brought in front of her. She came to an abrupt stop, running into a tree.

Anima stood against the tree for a second before slowly pulling back. She couldn't stop and only fell back, landing on her butt. She glared up at the tree, feeling her face, "Good, no blood..."

She gave out a weak sigh, reahing up and slipping open the cylinder, looking for something. She pulled out a little tied box from her pack, opening it and staring at it. She gave out a small groan, putting a little amount of paint at the front of her lips, like a geisha.

Anima tied it back up, putting it away then stood up, brushing herself off.

It did not take long for Ryoto to catch up with Anima. Because of his status as a ninja, one would believe that he was quick, stealthy and almost impossible to hear, except for the trained ear. However, this was not the case. Even though he tried, Ryoto was quite noisy as he darted from tree to tree, hoping that he would not be spotted by the one whom he was trying to protect. Of course, he was not meant to be spy on her, but Ryoto wanted to do it as a joke, to see if he could (he of course believed that he could, for he was quite full of himself and cocky, despite the fact that he was a horrible ninja.) But Ryoto did not see this. So, with quick movements (that were quite loud and conspicuous), Ryoto his slow pursuit of Anima, a huge smile imprinted on his face.

When the piglet came into view, Ryoto decided that it would be cool if he climbed up a tree and spied from the branches above. So, with awkward movements, Ryoto was soon able (after many attempts) to get up to the lowest branch, where he perched himself. And there he watched as Anima ran from the piglet and slammed into a tree. Seeing this, Ryoto tried to supress his laughter which had built up inside of him, but of course, a few snickers were able to break through his (very thin) defenses. Man, thought the ninja as he watched the ninja finish changing, Anima would hate it if she knew that I was watching her. She is so sure of herself... heh, maybe I'll even use this against her!

After she had finished completely (she now looked like an actual geisha [something which astonished Ryoto greatly, causing him to stare at her image]), Ryoto found himself leaning forward on the branch as he tried to get a better look. This, however, was a bad move, for the branch on which he sat upon began to bend a little bit to far. And, within moments, the branch snapped, causing the ninja to fall from the tree to the ground. With a loud "AGH!" Ryoto smashed into the ground, followed by the rest of the tree that broke (which included some smaller branches and leaves). Cursing, Ryoto quickly stood to his feet and turned to Anima, his hand scratching the back of his head as he smiled widely. "Heh, I almost got you, Anima! I bet you didn't even hear me at all comming up on ya!!"

The ninja tried to laugh, but he felt a little bit too awkward, so instead, it sounded quite forced and fake. But, after realizing that he should explain himself, Ryoto immediately straighted to his full height and bowed. "My master has sent me to be your guide through these harsh lands. I am one of the best ninja... and you should be honored that a ninja as great as myself is taking the time to guard you! Ryoto Masafumi at your service!"

Before Ryoto had time to answer her question, the ninja watched as Anima jumped into the air, her kimono fluttering about her figure before her foot came in contact with his face. With a cry, the ninja fell to the ground, his hands clutching his face. "Hey! What was that for?" Yelled Ryoto, still clutching his face as he stood to his feet. Not only was he physically hurt, but his ego had also taken quite a dive when she had assaulted him. But nonetheless, Ryoto quickly recovered, shaking his head as he brought his full attention back to the ninja standing before him (a very angry ninja, nonetheless). "Even if you are the strongest kunoichi," Ryoto continued, making sure to emphasize 'strongest kunoichi' in a way that made a mockery of her choice of words, "I was still sent to protect you and make sure that you complete your mission. And, I am not a pervert!"

But of course, Anima was not interested in his words. In a matter of fact, Ryoto, in a matter of moments, found her foot in his face which soon had much pressure placed behind it, causing him to be forced into the ground as she jumped into the trees. With yet another cry, Ryoto fell into the ground, a huge imprint of her shoes on his face. And there he stayed for a few moments, as his body twitched from the pain that coursed through his body. "God...damn...it..."

As he watched her jump through the trees away from his image, the ninja closed his eyes, not believing his horrible luck. When he spoke again, it was more to himself than to her, for she was quite a ways from him as the words left his lips. "I may be a hentai... but not in your case... I like much more attractive women," grummbled Ryoto as he regained his composure, soon rising to his feet. "But, I have a mission... and that is to follow you." And with that, Ryoto quickly burst into the forest after her, his eyes trying to catch up with her quick movements...